Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth
for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's
niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for like life
I write twice and drop singles in pools
I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the of the week
Niggas is an' and I start to speakin
start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is
understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or
Com's song'll keep goin, I the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came the shoot?

Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, em know that minimum wages
befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly I piss on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
because he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words enlight your dome
I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like
Eatin in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for attack
When I, yes to subtract the wack
I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a when I deliver
Like from a river makin you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the
When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, the era

[Black
It's this, we keep you open like a parachute
a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man the House of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a and throw you?
For all competitors, Black comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior style and you
Let me adjust my so you can hear me ta--
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style that formats and forms
I swarm like killa bees for feelin fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my thump your preference
You can never to reach that where my level is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, the water bottle
My shit'll keep
Now I'm showin poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, the first New Testament
Start to it
The shit is like this, where the went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he have room to shit on the mic
That I had, like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me like one
Check it out my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's this upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I the love of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk distributed rap pro, to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions than a
The sad slow nigga much than Coltrane
Who can cop that I chop like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves subtraction
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the my beats can pile up
More data than X-File shows all up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop and bla-block shot and chop spots
>From top notch to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, to slaughter MC's
Who can't catch across the
Lookin across, the window, not a
Lookin at my man, the duck when the lead fly
My man took a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the shit
I pack shit but it's never like an
I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to rhyme
Don't to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to write graffiti I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

and shoutouts to end*